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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

"This is something new."
"It cannot be that," Artois said to himself. "It cannot be that."
To Vere he said: "Sleeplessness is terribly distressing."
"Well--but only one night."
"Perhaps there have been others."
In reply Vere said:
"Monsieur Emile, you remember this morning, when we were in the
garden, and mother called?"
"Yes."
"Do you know, the way she called made me feel frightened?"
"We were so busy talking that the sudden sound startled us."
"No, it wasn't that."
"But when we came your mother was smiling--she was perfectly well. You
let your imagination--"
"No, Monsieur Emile, indeed I don't."
He did not try any more to remove her impression. He saw that to do so
would be quite useless.
"I should like to speak to Gaspare," Vere said, after a moment's
thought.
"Gaspare! Why?"
"Perhaps you will laugh at me! But I often think Gaspare understands
Madre better than any of us, Monsieur Emile."
"Gaspare has been with your mother a very long time.


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